As you may already know, I've been unemployed for almost two weeks. At first I felt like I couldn't relax, because I hadn't accepted an offer yet and I didn't want to feel like a complete lazy person. But now that I've accepted an offer and have gotten many of my projects and errands out of the way, I'm enjoying myself more and more.
There is certainly something to be said for waking up and not caring what day it is. I've also been:
- allowing myself to sleep in as late as I want (which unfortunately hasn't been later than 8am)
- not putting on makeup
- wearing sweatpants all day
- living in Uggs
- not showering until 4pm
- having lengthy conversations with my cats about how cute they are
- having dance parties by myself
This brief work hiatus has made me realize that I could be unemployed forever if money wasn't an issue. It's addicting. It's a whole new level of freedom that I've never known before. For example, as I write this I am sitting at Starbucks on my computer and have been here for 2 hours. There's nothing stopping me from staying or leaving--- I have no appointments today, no pressing issues or errands to deal with. I could just sit here all day if I wanted to. There's a freedom in that.
However, I fear that if I did actually have the luxury of not working ever again, one of two outcomes would unfold. One, I would use my spare time to become a gym rat and would get super buff, would eat healthy, and would totally be a MILF (but I would adopt because I wouldn't want a birth to screw up my new hot body). Two, I would resort to wearing muumuus everyday, would stop shaving my pits and legs, and would spend all my time ordering crap online and through HSN. Here is a preview of this second outcome: